Chapter 2: Hitchhiking

Feng Bujue walked around the car wreckage for a while, but couldn't think of a way to climb up the cliff, so he had to find another way.

At this time, Brother Jue had lost his extraordinary skills, all kinds of supernatural skills and equipment, and even the most basic survival tools. As an ordinary person, it is undoubtedly very dangerous to be in this dense forest at the bottom of the valley.

Feng Bujue didn't know if there were other bad rules in this script, such as players must drink water and eat, otherwise they will starve to death (by the way, Feng Bujue was in sleep mode when he played this script)... If there is such a setting, with many years of experience watching the "Wild Survival" program, Brother Jue will probably live a day and a half longer than ordinary people...

"The result is that I can only move forward blindly based on my intuition..." Feng Bujue muttered as he walked through the forest.

This is also a helpless move. With his current physical ability, it is as difficult as climbing to the sky to climb up the tree and look out. Even if he really climbed up, it would be very dangerous to stick his head out of the tree canopy to look around. He had no protective measures on him, and if his feet slipped, he might die.

《　However, things went more smoothly than expected.

After twenty minutes of arduous trekking through branches and leaves, a stream appeared in front of Feng Bujue. Looking up, the forest on the other side was much sparser than this side, and a ready-made trail could be vaguely seen in the forest.

Brother Jue came to the stream, looked around, and after confirming that there were no wild animals nearby, he squatted down alertly, washed his face, and drank a few sips of water.

Judging from the dryness in his throat and the obvious fatigue, the role he played in this script must need to eat, drink water and rest. The only thing that still did not exist was the toilet, because there was no way to take off his pants.

After replenishing water and taking a short rest, Feng Bujue was on the road again.

Although he had never encountered any danger after the car exploded. But Feng Bujue's cautious character and fear of nightmare mode still made him be careful and cautious. Therefore, he was still cautious when wading through the creek that was only knee-deep and less than five meters wide.

After reaching the other side, he wiped his feet with the hem of his suit, put on his shoes and socks, and then walked along the path.

"Well... from the reflection in the water, I still look like myself." As he moved, his mind was also thinking non-stop, "The pockets on my body are empty. There are no embroidery or logos on the parts that can be turned inside and out. So... what is the name of my famous detective..."

As he thought, the path under his feet became clearer, but the terrain around him became steeper. When he looked back, the forest behind him was already below the height at the moment.

In this way, he walked for nearly half an hour. After passing through a pine forest, the terrain around him became flat, and soon. A road appeared in front of him.

Feng Bujue took a few quick steps and came to the road. Looking at the telephone poles on the roadside, he felt an indescribable sense of familiarity. It would be more intimate if there were a few small advertisements on the telephone poles.

In fact, he went around a big circle and just returned from the valley bottom to the height of the road.

Woo——

Not long after walking along the road, the sound of a car driving came from a distance.

Feng Bujue looked back and saw a rather ostentatious red convertible sports car coming towards him.

He didn't say much. He stood directly in the middle of the road, opened his legs, and raised his hands high. He put on a "big" character, as if to say "If you don't let me take the car, just hit me to death."

"Hey! Help me!" Feng Bujue waved his arms and shouted loudly after the car got closer.

The car was occupied by a middle-aged couple, both white, and both the clothes and the cars they drove were the styles of the mid-twentieth century.

Someone stopped the car in this remote place, so the other party was naturally cautious. However, after a closer look, the person who stopped the car was thin and unarmed. Although his clothes were dirty, he was dressed decently. He was also shouting "help" loudly, so he must have really encountered some trouble.

So the sports car slowly slowed down and stopped on the side of the road. The gentleman in the driver's seat said to his wife: "Stay in the car, Carol."

"Be careful, Dennis." His wife warned.

Dennis pushed open the car door and got out. He walked about two meters in front of Feng Bujue and said, "Sir, what happened?"

Feng Bujue looked at the man in front of him. He was nearly 1.9 meters tall and about 40 years old. He was sturdy, with brown hair and blue eyes and a mustache. He wore a beige short-sleeved T-shirt on his upper body and white trousers on his lower body. The leather shoes on his feet were polished. A blue sweater was draped over his shoulders, and the sleeves were tied in a knot on his chest. This way of dressing was outdated in Feng Bujue's time, so he was more certain that the script was set in the 20th century.

"Uh... yes, sir, I had a car accident." Feng Bujue replied.

"What? Car accident?" Dennis looked at Feng Bujue, "What happened? Are you injured?"

"I'm fine." Feng Bujue said, "It's just that my car was destroyed and rolled down the side of the road. It took me about an hour to climb up from the bottom of the valley and find this road." He revealed as much information as possible in an organized manner to dispel the other party's doubts in order to gain trust, "Please forgive my abrupt behavior of standing in the middle of the road, but I really need someone to give me a ride."

"So that's how it is." Dennis seemed to let down his guard and took a step closer, "Don't worry, man, I'm happy to help."

"Thank you so much." Feng Bujue said, his conversation at this time seemed very polite and normal.

Dennis took Feng Bujue to the side of the car, pointed at the woman in the car and introduced: "This is my wife Carol." He turned his face to his wife and gestured to Feng Bujue with his hand, "This..."

"Feng Bujue." Feng Bujue directly said his real name, trying to test the reaction of the NPC.

"This Mr. Feng had a car accident and wanted to hitchhike." Dennis continued naturally. It seems that the system has corrected the influence of factors such as name and appearance on NPC.

"Oh, that's unfortunate, you are not injured?" Carol asked.

The lady sitting in the car was wearing a red tweed coat. She had blue eyes and black hair, and she was not very beautiful, and the outline of her face was slightly weird. Although she was already heavily made up, time was not very tolerant to this 40-year-old woman, and the thick foundation could not cover all the wrinkles.

"I'm fine, thank you for your concern, ma'am." Feng Bujue replied while quickly getting on the back seat. Even if the other party wanted to change his mind at this time, it was too late, and it was impossible to kick him out of the car.

"Mr. Feng." Dennis got on the driver's seat and turned around and said, "My wife and I are going to a villa in the mountains to attend a family gathering. It's not far from the destination. If you don't mind, please go to the villa with us first. There is a phone there, and we can notify your family or friends to pick you up."

"Thank you very much." Feng Bujue said, "I haven't asked yet, sir's name is..."

"Lovecraft." Dennis answered while starting the engine, "Dennis Lovecraft." (To be continued...)